A Few Weeks In

I've been a nanny now for a few weeks and everything has gone swimmingly! The week starts with planning meals and grocery shopping, and then I'll nanny and cook until Friday evening. I write in my downtime (and wander pinterest [for hours] and play on neopets [here's my BD pet] but that's okay because I'm still adult-like no matter how many times I click refresh on my habitarium). I've actually gotten some work done on my writing projects- including story planning, world mapping, character developing, and even writing the story itself. That makes me pretty happy when I reflect on it.

So far, I've made Colorado Burritos, Apricot Curry Chicken, Hummus Chicken, Brined Pork Chops with Creamed Onions, Chicken Kale Lasagna, Shrimp Gyoza, and Mughlai Chicken with lentils. I've also made Shepard's Pie without a recipe, using my secret beef spice. This coming week will see Cardamom chicken on rice and hamburgers using Eland meat.

I'm looking for apartments in my new area, re-budgeting my budget, and attempting to convince myself that adult-like is like enough unto adulthood. I'm not entirely fooled, but it means so much to me that I try not to disillusion myself too harshly. I catch myself daydreaming about biking to work like a good little urbanite and then biking back to my own, empty home at the end of every day. Do you know how good that sounds to me? Quiet solitude? It sounds beautiful, my friend.
I think I've found an apartment that's run-down enough for a first-time, adult-like abode (meaning cheap enough) but still secure enough and structurally stable enough to live in and even invite other adult-likes to movie marathons and Jak and Daxter play offs (with pie). I will, of course, let you know how that progresses. Not like I could keep it to myself if I do have the good fortune to be able to move.

The same old struggles go on in my head. I'm figuring out my various relationships, future, and self- or floundering to. Self-doubt and general distrust oxidize my soul daily. I'm piecing together what it means to be angry.

One of these days I will qualify my shadowed allusions to some dark secret. One of these days I will give the context for my fear. This is not that day. I'll let you know when it is. Until then, find me on Pinterest or Neopets. I'll be there!

Baby Face

Today was my first day of work at my new job.
I'd like to pause a moment to let the splendor of this occasion sink in.
I will also take this moment to imagine myself standing proudly on a summit, arms akimbo and head thrust back, cutting a romantic and heroic silhouette.
I have a blue collar on now, folks! Check it out!

So, obviously, I've taken the nanny position. I am currently living with a wonderful family and caring for their littlest member. Baby is precious as any baby and my mothering instinct is in serious danger of kicking in- permanently.

Part of the agreement is that I plan and execute dinners throughout the week for the family. Yesterday evening the Missus and I perused my boards on pinterest for recipes and found a few to try out.

For tonight, we selected Hummus Crusted Chicken, which I made. It turned out really well and all enjoyed it.
I used this recipe [http://www.gimmesomeoven.com/hummus-crusted-chicken/] though I didn't measure much of anything and used only three chicken breasts.
I halved the chicken breasts and scored them. Then I rubbed them with chile powder, fresh ground pepper, salt, lemon juice, and olive oil before setting them on the bed of vegetables.
The hummus I made by blending a can of chick peas with lemon juice, olive oil, salt, and garlic. I omitted the tahini, simple because none was on hand. I ended up using the whole amount on the chicken.
It was incredible.
I was afraid that the hummus would dry out, or just fall off during cooking. But that didn't happen. It looked beautiful, it tasted good, the texture of the chicken and hummus was great, and the squash and onions were perfect.

Sorry! I don't have any pictures to prove my endeavors. You'll just have to trust me.

I am still on edge, ready at any moment to fail in some small way and be fired for it, tossed out with some scathing remarks. However, this frightening scenario seems reasonably unlikely. I enjoy this. I'm good at this. And these are easy going people who have their feet decently firmly on the ground. Everything seems very good.

This is Silly

Honestly, this is ridiculous. I've considered myself an aspiring writer since I was nine, but in that entire space I've not kept up with a single writing project to completion- this blog included. I've rarely outright quit a project, but I've let things sit on back burners for months (even years) at a time.
I could say I've been busy, but I've not been so busy that I couldn't write.
I could say I've had no computer with which to type, but that's not strictly true.
There are library computers, there are spare moments. I'm lazy and refuse motivation. My absence from this blog is as simple as that.

I've been baking. I've been hopping between odd jobs. I've been dealing with family upheaval. I've been wading through a romantic quagmire. I've been practicing Jujitsu. I've not been writing. Shame on me.

I had an interview this past weekend for a steady nanny position and the employees have made me an offer. I'm currently looking it over and I think I'm going to take it.

I would be moving in with them while I get an apartment set up in their area. The job itself would include care of their infant for 7 hours a day, five days a week, general house upkeep like laundry and dishes, and cooking a couple meals a week. It pays, it's steady, I would be a fool to not take it.

We shall see.

I'd love to move. That would really be the biggest perk of this position. But that is also scary. Independence and attachment are scary to me. Being responsible to others means I can't just disappear when I need a break or when I want to avoid certain people. I will be tracked, watched, and needed. I don't actually like being needed.

I'd rather be a hobo, roving from spot to spot, my banjo banging on my hip and a back pack on my back. Maybe I'd truck along, my clothes and banjo tossed in the back seat. I'd be a gypsy, one of the great American nomads.
I wouldn't last a week.

These dreams are my silly escapism, my way of pretending for half a moment that I can exist outside the system of money and people. You see, I'm ridiculously introverted.

But even us introverts need to eat. I'd like to have air conditioning, and I'd pine away for a gas stove and a reliable oven.

And, even as much as I need my space and autonomy, one of my greatest joys is welcoming my dear hearts to break my bread with me.
All that requires a regular in-flow of money to support, and that requires interaction with people.

I'm taking the job.
And I'll totally write about it soon.

October has been a Wonder

Well, it's been an embarrassingly long time since I've last posted. I have not forgotten about you. I've just been preoccupied with my insane commute to school and my jujitsu training. Since my last post I've made the Vinegar Pie once (Notes from that venture will follow in a future post. My mother is keeping the photos hostage.) We've also had some guests from the Netherlands visit us at the Dojo, and I was kept busy with planning, entertaining, and training.

Today, I'm taking a breath. I'm house-sitting very close to my school, so my commute is easier and I have a kitchen to myself. I have a pumpkin roasting in the oven for pie, and another pumpkin on the counter waiting to go in. My best friend, Gamgee, mentioned that he loves cherry and pumpkin pies- but they have to be from scratch. Well, to me that is a challenge, and I gladly accepted. So, I picked up two little pie pumpkins and set out to find a method of cooking them for pies.

I found some instructions on EHow.

So far, so good! I'm going back to Momma's house on Sunday, so I'll pick up her recipe for pumpkin pie crust and finish this pie Monday.

Some time next week, I'll serve Gamgee and a couple other friends this pie with chocolate wine after a dinner of chicken marsala and mushroom stew. Yes, Gamgee is a lucky young man, and I think he knows it.

The Pie Saga - Part One

I have embarked on a new journey- a journey of pie.

It began Saturday, after an early dinner of shawarma with two of my closest friends. I shall introduce them to you as Killer Queen and the Doctor Esquire. The plan was to leave our lovely shawarma for a production of Twelfth Night in which Killer Queen's brother was starring. But before the play, Dr. Esq. decided to treat us girls to desert at Underbelly.

Underbelly is a relatively new restaurant in town- highbrow, very posh, don'cha know?- and home to the dubious character of Vinegar Pie. That pie was the sole reason Dr. Esq. wanted to go there. He seemed so happy, telling us about his secret treat as he watched our faces. We were surprised and wary. Vinegar is something for fish and dirty counter tops. Its wine gone wrong.

Its pie gone good.

The pie came and, while I was not impressed sufficiently to warrant the gold-gilded price tag, I was intrigued. It was yummy. Pale yellow colour, light flavour, smooth texture. I don't remember the crust, other than that it was good. I decided, looking at Dr Esq. in his sheer, bubbly, pie-induced happiness, that I had to make this pie. Moreover, I had to make it better.

That night, Dr. Esq. invited KQ and me to his family beach house with a couple of other friends for the 4th of July. Perfect. I had an occasion, a deadline, and promise of hungry guinea pigs. It was time for me to make some pie.

A quick foray to Pinterest showed me no one else seemed to even know of the pie. A quick trot to Google led me to a recipe from someone's grandmother and the late 1800's. 

I have no pictures of my own, unfortunately, but here is the link to the original vintage recipe.

http://www.heritagerecipes.com/pie-recipes/vinegar-pie.htm

The recipe is full of spice with a pastry crust and used cider vinegar. I was not up to the challenge of a pastry crust and, since I was house sitting that week and using someone else's pantry, I had no cider vinegar. Fortunately, I can improvise. Seasoned Rice vinegar was at my disposal and a full bag of amoretti cookies. These cookies would make my crust, which turned out beautifully. I couldn't find any ground cinnamon, coves, or nutmeg- only whole sticks and nuts. While the grinding of the spices was tedious (I used a microplane, and a spice-bottle and cutting board for mortar and pestle) I think it added to the flavour. It certainly made the kitchen smell intoxicatingly wonderful. To be fair, I must say here that Dr. Esq. helped microplane the cinnamon and that he did a wonderful job.

My two pies turned out more flat, lower to the crust, and darker than the Underbelly pie. They were more fragrant and a very different flavour- more spicy, darker, and still good. We ate some that night before it had completely set in the fridge.

The second pie, which I made for the 4th, we let chill completely. Unfortunately it partially un-set while waiting for us swimmers to tire of the sea. This made it kind of oily, but the flavour was still the same.

After everyone else had been dropped off at his or her own homes that evening, Dr. Esq. asked for another slice of the first pie that I had kept reserved in the refrigerator.

It was set, cold, and perfectly scrumptious.

We talked about various things that could be changed about the flavour and texture, but, in the end, he pointed out that he felt it was already good enough as is and that I was welcome to make some more for him anytime.

And yet, I still want to make some adjustments.

I need to work on the crust, either by finding a cookie recipe to use specifically for this pie or by learning how to make a pastry crust.

I also want to tweak the flavour, experiment with fruit, extracts, and different vinegars. 

Changing up the texture is my main goal. I want the pie to stand taller and be smoother on the tongue. 

I will record the progress of my journey here, but for now, I sit here on a couch, nursing a sunburn with a tall mug of tea and a thin slice of Vinegar Pie.

Awaiting Summer

Summer teases me. It's almost Summer heat outside, classes are over, and I have so many plans of things to do. But Finals are still clinging with sharpened claws around my grey matter and Summer will not come.

Perhaps this is revenge for all the years I've said that I don't like Summer. It's hot. Too hot. Ridiculously hot. I can look forward to triple digits for my July birthday, consistently.

But I've found a new way to beat the heat, and it's cheaper and healthier than ice cream.

I've ended up calling it Ice-Not-Cream. It has three ingredients: Banana, Peanut Butter, and Nutcao.

That's it.
Really.

I made this for work one day, but I was not able to be there when they served it. The next day, at a luncheon for the Theology department at school, one of my employers complemented me on it and continued chatting it up to the professors around us.

Later one of the guests from work that had had some came up to me and told me how great it was.
One of my co-workers did the same.

A week later, I was at a staff luncheon and my co-workers and employers brought it up again.

It's really good.

I wanted to make this because one of my co-workers and a few of our guests can't have dairy and we had planned to serve ice cream. I wanted everyone to have something creamy and cold, so I whipped this up from a recipe I found through Pinterest.

Here's the original link: http://userealbutter.com/2010/08/12/single-ingredient-ice-cream-recipe/

(Ignore the coffee pot in the corner. We've never used it once at work.)

First, Slice bananas and freeze them. It's best if they are frozen completely solid, not just frosty or sightly hardened. The more frozen, the better.

Second, dump the frozen banana slices into a food processor and blend.

If you froze your slices enough, the bananas will go from chunks to gravel to marshmallow fluff. If you didn't, they will go from chunks to chunky slime to marshmallow fluff. It'll still work, but you'll spend some time looking at it during the slime-stage wondering if it will ever appear as appetizing as you're told it should be- like I did.

Now comes the spontaneous part. Once you have your cold marshmallow-fluff-ed bananas, dump in some Nutcao and Peanut Butter. Or not. Use what ever kind of nut-butter or chocolate substance you want or don't want. And, use how ever much of it you so desire. For 4 1/2 pounds of bananas, I used about four tablespoons each of Nutcao and creamy Peanut Butter. It's completely up to you.

 (Yum.)

Let me give you one piece of advise that I figured out the hard way. Do NOT freeze this after it is made. Because it's made of solids, not liquids, it cannot melt. But it can harden and become impossible to scoop. Keep it in the refrigerator.
If you want to keep it for a very long time, maybe you can store it in the freezer and thaw when you're ready to serve. I just haven't tested it yet. So if any of you try storing this Ice-Not-Cream in the freezer, let me know how that goes!

I have some bananas sliced in the freezer for the family right now. They should be very happy later today.

As for the garden, it's all still growing. The plums are even bigger on the tree. My loquat seed disappeared, unfortunately. I went out one day to find its pot empty. I'm still not really sure what happened. But I had picked up three more seeds from the side walk, so I planted two of them and kept one in reserve.
I also found an avocado tree, about a foot tall, sprouting from the family compost bin. It, and two others that I found as I dug around, are in pots on the front porch for protection.
Our Gardenia from our paternal grandmother is booming and bending under its own weight. I crawled under its branches and layered a couple.
Someday, when I have my own yard (or at least a door step with room for pots) I hope I can keep these plants with me. I want to keep something to care for and something green and full of life.

Until that day, I mind the bananas.

Easter

Easter is here. The largest, most important feast in the Catholic Church. Unfortunately, I haven't done much to celebrate it. Lent came and went and, while I was sure to give it a passing nod in observing mandatory days of fasting and abstinence, I barely did anything else. Usually, I sacrifice some activity or object to help focus on my spiritual growth. Or, I've added a prayer to my days during the season. This year I did neither. I chose to neglect that part of my life. Most people I know would excuse me. I am a full time college student and part time employee. My brother has cancer. I have a lot on my plate. But, as I see it, that means that I needed Lent. I didn't need to abandon myself to my troubles and distractions. I needed to take that season to empty myself and focus my attention on G-d. Now Easter is here, and I wasn't ready.

I did manage to make chocolates for my siblings' Easter Baskets on Good Friday, after confession. My dad wrangled all the kids out of the house for several hours. Except one. Brother Aang (battling cancer, thus bald, thus named Aang) stayed in a secluded part of the house and watched Andy Griffith shows with mom.
I found my recipe from Pinterest. It was originaly for chocolate eggs. I, however, didn't have egg-shaped molds. The author of the recipe says that eggs can be made without the molds by shaping the filling with your hands. This is not so. I made lumps. Lumps of yummyness, yes. But not eggs of yummyness, as I was hoping.

Here is the Recipe, taken from the Instructables I found on Pinterest. Check out the original site for pictures to help you on your own epic quest for the home made cream egg.

http://www.instructables.com/id/Homemade-Cadbury-Creme-Eggs/

• 170g (1/2 cup) light corn syrup (or golden syrup if you're across the pond)
• 58g (1/4 cup) butter, room temperature
• 375g (3 cups) confectioner's powdered sugar (icing sugar)
• 1 teaspoon vanilla
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• yellow food coloring
• 1 (12 ounce) bag milk chocolate chips

Cream together the corn syrup, butter and vanilla.
Sift in the confectioner's powdered sugar and beat until incorporated.
Take out about a third of the filling and stir in some yellow food coloring.
Put the two bowls in the fridge, as they're easier to work with once they're set.
Make little yolk balls out of the yellow mixture.  Place them on some parchment. Put them back in the fridge or even the freezer to firm up.When the yolks are set up, you can start embedding them in the whites.  Scoop an amount of white filling out and flatten it into a circle.  Place the yolk ball inside, and wrap the white around it. Stick it in the fridge.
Melt the chocolate in a double boiler or in short bursts in the microwave.
Either dip fillings into the chocolate with a fork and let set on parchment, or skewer the fillings and dip them that way